Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's better than those miserable drug dealers getting it.
Yeah, right. Just get rid of the blues.
-Hey! Don't shoot. L.A.P.D., man.
Here.
-What? -No, her.
...due to unexpected bomb damage.
-Rog. -Yeah?
-Later, man. -All right, I gotcha.
Should we take him?
-What? -Count to 20, then light me!
-No, no. Not now. -We gotta talk, babe, okay?
I'm sorry. Listen, are you okay? I'm sorry.
-No, no. How--? -l ran into Leo at the police station.
On any normal day, I'd smack you in the mouth.
-And you're Sergeant Murtaugh. -l used to be.
Oh, man. Here comes your pops, man.
Yeah.
Yeah. You know, you really look good in red. That's your color, l think.
-Knife? That's very knife. -Mm-hm.
-Go, run! Now! Run! Right there, yeah.
-Who are you? -Fly me.
Shot up the whole place. Shh.
All right. Here we are.
If there's shit there, he'll dig it up.
Morning, Rog.
On Level 1 , near the gas pumps. I wrote the license plate down.
-Don't come to me if the-- -Get out!
-Looks like we came to the right place. -Yeah.
Well, he's also as tough as they come.
-Can l take this off? Yeah.
That's usually my first mistake.
Go ahead, talk. l'm listening.
I'll get a Band-Aid.
-Yes, it is. -lt's not my problem.
I'm spoken for, okay?
-ls she fired? -No.
-How? -l got eight days to retirement.
- Guy sort of thing? - Are you all alone in here?
-On three. -Three.
Take a left here. Get off. Get off the freeway.
He died from dumdums?
What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do?
L.A.P.D., guys. Come here.
Can you tell me where l can find the good-looking Sergeant Murtaugh?
-Here. This is the best. -Bullets now.
What are you gonna do? Don't open the door. Don't open the door!
I've been dressing myself since I was 30.
-You really thought l was in trouble? Oh, I did.
-Here. Good boy. Yes. -Shit.
-How did you get here? -Drove.
-And you're pulling on the wrong string. -That's not a very professional attitude.
Aren't you gonna miss it a little bit? Huh?
Okay. Just relax. Just relax.
I see that isn't so. Give me one reason why l should do business with you.
They'll never believe this.
Don't mention the hospital. I told you not to leave me.
Go ahead.
A whole family of .44s on the back.
I will bet vital parts of my anatomy to the fact. Now, look. Look.
Where's Riggs? I didn't know he could hold his breath that long.
You can't be serious. What are you talking about?
It's okay, it was a clean shoot.
Travis!
Well, l took the liberty of looking at your file folder. It was showing.
Sergeant Cole from Traffic's her uncle.
Get your asses back here.
IT'S EGGMAN!
-Not bad for an old man. -You finished?
-You think l'm conceited? -Oh, yeah.
Stay still.
We better brief Walters.
...along comes the insurance company, and fucks you some more.
Okay, okay, back to work, everybody.
Hold this. Hangers?
Oh, my God.
-l couldn't use my gun. There was a crowd. -Okay, six more days.
-l saw you kiss her. -No, I didn't. She kissed me.
They should be paper clips right now or license plates.
It's great.
Word.
-Uh, wasn't that Darryl? -Yeah.
-We take the stairs. L.A. has subways?
I love you.
She was all like--
Right.
Far as l'm concerned, the deal's off.
- Out, out. - No, you can't do that.
SON OF A BITCH!
-Nobody goes on two. -On three!
-Ha, ha! Leo. -Oh, ha. Drug dealer.
I gotta show you this room first. This is my favorite. This is great.
You fools are killing yourself! Killing us!
The difference is, when you get a lapotomy, they shave your nether regions.
Those guys gonna get in the way again?
I guess now you're retiring...
-How can you be sure? -Because it's a full moon.
In that case, give me a McRog.
-What did l miss? What's he doing here?
-My daughter came to your trailer? -Yeah.
Yeah, so I gotta trust you?
I don't blame you, Dad.
She got a raise? -lt's all right.
-All right, bro. I'm out, man. Next time, G. Peace, bro.
...and infinite wisdom.
Hold this shirt.
Right.
Move it!
-No, you can't do that to Leo. -Sure we can.
Riggs. Hey, Riggs.
-Yeah. You should rest up, Leo.
Easy, let's not kill him yet. Let's see who he is first, all right?
-Hey, Rog. -Hm?
Amen.
What are you doing with a police scanner?
BrinaFlautist you selfish bastard!
You'll get a great funeral from the department, Riggs!
Oh, fuck, no. Darryl!
Of course I won't
-Five. -Five.
-What? -l know the guy.
- Yep. - There's an art to this.
Anyone seen my spaceship
Wish I had some grenades or a rocket launcher.